Back on the road againNo money no food and dirty clothesDon't know which way to goOr if we'll even make the show?Crashed into a petrol pump there goes my insurance lumpI just want out of hereSomeone gives me a fucking beer

[Ref:]Tonight, tonight... It'll be alrightTonight, tonight... I'm gonna make it rightSomeone get me out of here

Next day we're up againSlept rough yet againHeading into no man's landWith a tongue that feels like desert sand6 stitches from a bicycle rideIt's a shame I cannot hide3 pasta meals per dayAnd a pittance for our fucking pay but...

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Now we're on our way back homeStill no signal on the phoneJust wanna eat some grubAnd have a night out down the pubHere I stare at the van againEveryone is sleeping on everythingThey all gonna feel the sameHomeward bound from where we came cos...